Hungry by Jessica Mayo-Schwab He feeds at night like a shy raccoon Waiting until the last light is out. A quiet rustling from the next room precedes a whimper. His cries creep into my dreams and draw my head out from the pillow nest where I hide, desperate for sleep. He waits for me in the next room, eyes wide open and smacking lips. My hungry boy. My animal baby. From Jessica Mayo-Schwab: “ I am a new mother of a hungry boy, also a wife and a social worker. I love long walks on the Monon with my guys, reading and writing.”
Flying Island is the Online Literary Journal of the Indiana Writers Center, accepting submissions from Midwest residents and those with significant ties to the Midwest.